Young Zheng Changqing grabbed the arm of an official in front of him, and in a moment of panic, the official grabbed a wine jug and smashed it over Zheng Changqing's head.
Zheng Changqing instinctively dodged, which allowed the official to break free and run towards the gate.
Just as they reached the door, it suddenly burst open, and a fully armed Yulin Guard major general rushed into the hall, followed by hundreds of Yulin Guard soldiers, each holding a long spear.
"Heavens! Why is this happening?" an official shouted, but the shouts of killing, screams, and the clanging of metal drowned out his voice.
In an instant, the Imperial Guard Major General disemboweled an official in front of him.
Several other squads of Imperial Guards poured in through the side gate, each wearing heavy armor and carrying weapons.
Emperor Wei Maozhen of the Great Xia Dynasty sat high on the dragon throne, greedily scrutinizing the massacre.
A long sword lay a few meters away on the ground, perhaps belonging to a member of the Imperial Guard, or perhaps to a dead man. Sun Mian crawled toward it, only to feel his limbs grow heavy and taste blood in his mouth.
The long table covering Lin Mo moved, and King Lin Mo of Shu straightened up.
At this moment, Sun Mian discovered that Lin Mo was completely unharmed.
Upon seeing this, Wei Maozhen raised his right hand, and the shouts of battle ceased, with only the sound of rain continuing.
“Hey,” Ling Tiande chuckled, “Your Highness, the King of Shu, please stand up. I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you, did I? For this, I apologize on behalf of His Majesty. I hope we can be friends again, hey.”
Sun Mian clenched his fist in anger. "Your Majesty!" he screamed. "Your Majesty!"
The rain was pouring down.
"Enough, Your Majesty!" Sun Mian shouted again. "Too many people have died. You have achieved your goal."
"Oh?" Wei Maozhen's face darkened. "Purpose? What is my purpose?"
"Isn't that simple?" Lin Mo said. They'll frame me, Lin Mo, for treason, use the opportunity to kill all the disobedient court officials, and then pin all the blame on me.
Is that right, Your Majesty?
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